Borrowed Tears Poem by Yewande Adedokun

The pearl is complicated
so is the life of those that love it
and that is the tears only the rich cry
I look forward to have this tears
but i can only hope its for joy and to merry

Not comfortable with riches, so I moved forward
into the world of pain and agony
mostly left to suffer all of it alone
no gain in this, so I let it go

Still moving, I found a land so empty
no promises, no hope
history seems to fade with every generation
too acute and scary
nothingness gives a long frightening stare

Now that I have moved in a circle am back in the middle
not to much of everything and not much of anything
just some zone of strange comfort of fear
from having too much and having nothing at all
a niche of invincible and attention that regulates in seasons
too comfortable I fear moving forward for more
But I noticed here there is nothing to live for
the walls are almost painted of all colours
I need tears of my own that others can borrow